Wilma J. Johnston
Poem by Wilma J. Johnston
White clouds floating in a sea of blue
The sweet scent of new mown hay
Drifts up from the valley below
Cowbells tinkle somewhere in the distance
Sounds of laughter down at the old swimming hole
Dusk and lingering sunset of gold and orange
Tall grass flows in the warm summer breeze
A bird flits by, a cricket sings
A star appears, and then another
The moon shines down, smiling,
As if pleased.
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